Avery Graham had just finished asking her question when there was a loud bang, and they saw her head chef, Charles Barkley, setting off a cannon full of colorful streamers above her head, "Congratulations to both shop owners on tying the knot! Speaking of which, I've never seen a Z Country Marriage Certificate. Avery, let me have a look and take a couple of photos."
"...Who walks around with their Marriage Certificate in their pocket? Some other time." Avery hesitated for a moment. Could she admit that they actually hadn't received their Marriage Certificate yet?
Of course, it was a little embarrassing to say such a thing out loud. After all, they had already consummated the relationship—an 'unlicensed driving,' not covered by the law.
There were also two young misses under twenty years of age working in her store, and she didn't want to say too much for fear of warping their values.
